Love is like a net,
and we are like fish.
We swim along,
looking for that next meal,
or that next little bit of fun,
when all of a sudden,
we are captured in this net.
This net that holds us,
and sends us to it's doom.
The net that will eventually,
get us devoured,
and have someone serve us,
as we now become helpless in it's grasp.
Love maybe like a net,
but no greater ending is there,
for when you are the lifeforce of someone,
that you hold dearly.
If given the chance again,
I'd swim in the same waters,
that got me caught,
just like this time.

-White Rose-

"Next time you choose colors... choose the one's less chosen... those could be the most beautiful colors you've never seen before."